Foolish by Tokimonsta Featuring Gavin Turek
Fergie’s Meet Me Halfway is like the homlier cousin of this song, or perhaps the pubescent version of this song, as in it had all of the genes, but they hadn’t quite been stated to perfect fruition. But this song is ripe! This song is a diamond in the smooth! This song is the room temperature porridge!
On Losing
for you,
I’d throw infinite kitchen sinks out the window
unmoor all my anchors from all my shores
to sink deeper yet
for your depths, I’d take my scores of tin medallions, my pearls of wisdom, my metal sums
and
smelt them at your feet into pools of oblivion,
lose my face in your gaze and make it a mirror for you,
because
nothing even matters to me but you.
an afterglow of film rolls
fills today’s din
with misalotted resonance.
subjectivity
tickering
away a
tempo to other chronologies,
mind loitering,
“Say That”
I like how this video plays with foreground and background as determined or obscured by an orange sweater.
And it is filmed in our parts! Makes me proud of our local flora and our local fauna (Toro Y Moi)
pulling teeth
to string
together tiny agoras
of twisted arms,
circumlocution of pupils,
mouth wringing, in
murmuring rooms
In a Jutt
of viscera,
Creator
slips to
incarnation
sanguine,
force of reconciliation
o’er blinking eons of carbon,
a swift gust of submission
Revolution to basis,
Love instantiated,
Son of man, irrefutable, son of man,
oh Beautiful,
Immaculate,
Intention.
(Merry Christmas Jesus! Love you)
But back, back east they certainly do some things better- pens and fitting Asian-American morphologies for example. I think it’s funny how we bastardize each other’s kitsch, each pursuing a veracity that we don’t see in our culture, but each knowing the inherent artifice of merchants’ shchleppings as cultural lores.
Are in Be- Muhsinah
I love how this song ebbs and waxes through the “or” and “ai” sound!
More beauty for these eyes than belvedere torsos.
More for my head than saturatedly sexed reveries.
More for these hands than (just) picking at ice cream and text messages.
More than just interlocking, these lips
are for asking to depths,
pouring praise to dimension,
uttering truth that can hold Your density.
oh You,
how You win me
with Your wax on and I waning ways
realizing, suddenly,
that the victory was trained like muscle
in my most elementary
